PostApocalypto

Postapocalypto - Chapter 2

     Dale had been standing naked in the cold just a few moments earlier, but now he began to feel quite warm, tucked away tightly inside the canvas restraint bag.  His body was in a strained position, strapped into a strict hogtie and hanging in the bag from a rack on the ceiling of the APC.  The bag with him inside swayed back and forth, to and fro, as the vehicle traversed the countryside.  Occasionally he would notice the soft but firm feeling of a hand on his head or shoulders, steadying his body when it swayed too violently.

     His senses of sight and sound were rendered totally useless by the blindfold and the ear putty, along with the earphones.  His entire body was covered by the bag, except for his head which stuck out the front side.  His jaw was beginning to ache from being stretched by the ball gag jammed behind his teeth.  All efforts on his part to shove it out of his mouth were unsuccessful.  With the way his head was restrained/supported from the rack above, he had to focus just to get a good breath around the mouth-filling restraint.  Although he tried to hold it back, he began to drool after only a few short minutes.  Soon it was dribbling down his chin and neck, but he was powerless to stop it.

     He knew little except that he was headed for some type of detention facility.  He did not know what his fate would be there, but he was fairly certain that he need not fear for his life.  Males were simply too precious a commodity in this world to ‘waste’ one.  Even violent criminals were spared any form of the death penalty. 

      In fact, most male criminal inmates enjoyed unlimited conjugal visitation.  In the event of a particularly violent offender, a prisoner would be heavily restrained for the occasion, so as not to hurt his female visitors. The leniency granted violent men was juxtaposed by the fact any man could be jailed for almost any infraction, even minor traffic violations.  Once a man was caught up in the legal system, it was difficult for him to get out of it without significant prison time or political connections.

      It was as if the female legislative branch passed laws specifically intended to incarcerate men and keep them there where they would be ‘safe’.  Furthermore, they made laws that were very difficult to interpret and highly subjective to a judge’s interpretation. 

     As a result, over a quarter of all men living in regions controlled by the major governments in the world were in prison, many having served years on trumped-up charges resulting from the most insignificant violations.  Bail was not permitted for men awaiting a trial of any kind, and often trials were set many months or even years away from the initial arrest. All types of legal reasons were given for these situations, but everyone suspected the real reason for the unfairness:  Men in prison were used for black-market purposes such as prostitution and outright slavery.  Many in the female majority knew of it, but few had reason to fight the system, unless it happened to be a male relative of their own.

    Tonya sat in a jump seat near the front of Dale’s suspended body, resting her hand on his shoulder, trying to keep him from swinging back and forth too violently with the motion of the APC as it plodded along.  The restraint rack was specifically-designed to hold a man the way it now held Dale,   (allowing him to suspend a few centimeters in midair as a way to nullify any attempts at achieving any leverage) but there were times Tonya felt he may hit his head on the vehicle’s interior as the APC crossed hilly terrain.

     Tonya looked across Dale’s hogtied form at Melissa, who returned her look with a light grin.  Tonya and Melissa both had been quite happy to have Dale at their mercy for the past half hour or so.  Although both girls, like most women their age, had a vast array of dildos and vibrating toys, neither girl had ever had a real man before and both had made sure to check Dale very closely for “weapons”.  They had both attended submission and restraint training courses when they served in the military, but most of the hands-on practice they got at subduing, restraining, or searching anyone was on other girls in the class. 

     Both girls wore black company-issue thong panties under their tight fatigue pants, stringy little numbers that left little to the imagination.  Basically these thongs had a tiny 7 or 8 cm triangle of cloth in the back at the top between the buttocks connected by a thin string to a slightly larger triangle covering the front.  The sides were little more than strings as well. Tonya wasn’t sure about Melissa, but she knew that her thong’s little front triangle was completely soaked at this point.  She wiggled in her seat as the vehicle plodded along, thinking about how Dale’s penis felt in her hands when she had frisked him…to date her only sexual experience whatsoever with any man.  She maintained a firm steady hand on his shoulders, possibly more out of the desire to touch Dale than to protect his head. 

     Unbeknownst to Tonya, Melissa shifted in her seat with a moisture problem of her own.  While Tonya had been quick to offer a word or gesture of warmth to Dale, Melissa had not said much to him aside from ordering him around.  She feared the wrath of the Sergeant, a beautiful but cold-hearted woman of the age of 30 or so.  Rumors circulated that the Sergeant was a lesbian, but nobody had ever been able to prove it.  She never had a kind word to say to a prisoner or even to any of her subordinates.  She usually just barked orders at them and that was it.  Melissa had wanted to free Dale the moment she saw him standing there naked in chains and jump into his arms and wrap her legs around him, but she knew better than to make that fantasy known to anyone else.  Still, she fantasized as she squirmed in her jump seat. 

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     The APCs motored on into the night and soon encountered early morning sunrise from the east.  The outpost was only a few miles away now, and Sergeant Tompkins prepared her report to submit to the commander of the outpost, a certain Lieutenant Lorena Simmons.  Corporal Abrams drove the vehicle as Tompkins entered data into the computer.  Although the women were a bit older than the two in the back, their imaginations were running wild at the thought of the cargo they carried, and their company-issued thongs were no less moist than those of their young comrades.

     Sergeant Felicia Tompkins was a by-the-book kind of gal.  She did not let anything come between her and completing a mission.  While she certainly had feelings, she was not the type to show them to anyone, especially her enemies.  To her, the mission was the bound and gagged gentleman in the back of the vehicle and getting him to the intended destination.  When that mission was accomplished, perhaps she would let the prisoner know that hitting him across the face earlier was nothing personal.  An apology from this woman was not going to happen. 

     Sergeant Tompkins knew other women in her platoon thought she was a lesbian.  Little did any of them know that she had an arrangement back home with certain well-connected friends.  As a result of this arrangement, she had men quite regularly.  Not all of those men were willing participants, but they all participated with her, nonetheless.  Her needs were taken care of.  She even had a daughter by one of her conquests.  Having a man when she needed one allowed her to focus better on her career.  Still, the thought of Dale hanging in the bundling bag was difficult to clear from her mind as she attempted to stay on track with her data-entry.

     Meanwhile, Cpl. Bridgette Adams drove toward her destination.  She, like the other women, had a job to do but found concentrating on that task a bit difficult in light of the passenger they carried.  Corporal Adams was 25. Unlike the younger girls in her squad, she had enjoyed a man on a few occasions.  She was not wealthy or influential like the Sergeant but had managed a few black market liaisons.  She had actually joined the company after her stint in the military in the hopes that it would put her in close proximity to men on a more regular basis.  She had been working for the company for about 3 years, and had several captures under her belt.  Captures had been a little sparse lately, however, and Bridgette felt lucky to have been in the squad to take this prisoner down. She was now closer to a male than she had been for quite a few months.  She hoped for some guard duty when the platoon arrived back at the base. 

     Dale, completely immobilized and his senses nullified by the application of so many restraints, swung back and forth in the bundling bag, left to his own thoughts.  He thought about his home and family that he would probably not see again.

    He, his mother and stepfather had moved to the colony when Dale was nine.  His own father had died in the great conflict, along with most every other man on earth.  Although he had become extremely ill and had nearly died, Dale ultimately survived, one of the lucky few to do so with no brain damage. 

    In his mid 20’s, Dale was approaching retirement age for a runner.  Most runners began their careers at the age of 18.  The job was fraught with the danger of being captured and never heard from again, but it paid very, very well, as the delivery of coded messages was the only form of communication between the colonies.  If money was handled well, retirement could come very early on, long before a man reached his 30th birthday. 

     Runners were taught early on in their training advanced survival skills, and could live for months or even years alone in the wilderness, if needed.  They were very resourceful and were taught combat and escape techniques.  The idea was that you ran until you had to fight, fought until you were killed or captured, and did everything within reason to escape once captured. 

     After a rash of successful escapes early after the non-communications act was implemented, the women charged with the capture of these lawbreakers realized that the men they were capturing had specific training to defeat common methods of incarceration.  They could pick handcuff locks using everyday items, overpower their women captors even if outnumbered slightly, and were masterful at finding their way out of even reasonably secure buildings.  Soon these women devised strict methods of restraint to discourage any attempts to free oneself once captured.  Captured prisoners were immediately stripped, searched, and restrained with double, triple, or even quadruple redundancy.  They were typically captured by teams of at least a dozen females specifically trained for the task.

      Many of the methods of restraint were researched and implemented with operational input provided by practitioners of bondage and discipline, many of those practitioners carrying the title of Dominatrix.  While the BDSM community for centuries had been relegated to the status of one of humanity’s dirty little secrets, some of its members soon found jobs as highly-paid consultants to government and private security forces, constantly upgrading and developing new methods of capture and restraint, many of which were almost medieval in nature.

     Most missions involved running between colonies, but occasionally a mission may include a foray into the female-dominated government controlled areas.  An underground system had developed to smuggle men and their families out of these areas and into the relative freedom of the colonies.  These missions were most dangerous, and left to the most experienced of runners. Dale had planned to train for those missions to round out his career, and was going to retire after a few of those. These assignments paid much more than standard missions.  But now, after dozens of successful runs that had possibly dulled Dale’s senses and given him a sense of complacency, here he was, hanging hogtied from a restraint rack in an enemy vehicle.

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     Near daybreak, the three APCs pulled one by one into the main security gate at the detention center.  There were no other entrances or exits to the complex, and aside from the large stone pillars at each side of the front gate, the rest of the outer perimeter consisted of an ultra high-security double fence.  This fence, on both the inner and outer layers, had plentiful wrappings of razor wire at the top and all along the bottom of the fencing, with yet another larger roll of razor wire standing alone down between the two layers.  So in order for one to escape, one would need to navigate 3 sections of razor wire.  This was in addition to seven guard towers situated along the outer perimeter.  From these towers, guards monitored their areas both visually and with the aid of multiple electronic devices, such as infrared and other sensors.  The facility’s inmates, however, never actually saw its outer areas as it was standard procedure to blindfold incoming residents.  Assuming a prisoner or group of prisoners ever breached the inner security measures of the facility, which was itself quite unlikely, there would be no way to plan for what was beyond the walls of the central detention complex. 

     The two APCs carrying the other squads drove around to a secure parking area in the rear of the facility.  Meanwhile, the APC carrying Dale and his captors pulled to an unloading area inside a long narrow building attached to the main building, one with an oversized steel door on each end that allowed a large vehicle to pull straight through.  The APC pulled into the front door and parked at the base of the entrance ramp leading to the main door of the detention facility.  As soon as the vehicle was all the way inside the building, the outer door quickly closed itself securely behind it. 

     As the vehicle rolled to a stop, Tonya and Melissa rose from their jump seats and folded them up.  Sgt. Tompkins, with her personal computer under her arm, had already began moving toward the back of the vehicle and soon she had the large back gate open.  She instructed the young women in the back with the prisoner to prepare him for his walk inside, and with that she exited the vehicle and disappeared around the corner, in the direction of the concrete ramp. 

     Melissa and Tonya worked together to remove the straps around the canvas bag Dale was in.  They then started to unclip the chains holding Dale’s trussed-up body aloft, and soon he was resting firmly on the cot below him.  They began to unfasten the clips holding the bundling bag closed, and soon they could see his naked body again.  To the girls, it was like unwrapping a birthday gift.  Dale had gone from shivering and cold to being quite warm and had broken a sweat which gleamed in little beads all over his backside.  Melissa removed the connector strap between Dale’s bound ankles and his single glove arm binder. As she did so Dale felt instantaneous relief in his cramped muscles, at least those in his knees and legs.  He could feel the straps above and below his knees being removed one at a time, and then the strap at his ankles.  As his ankles were freed, he moved his legs around a bit to try to work the muscles loose, but Melissa immediately put a knee down across them to discourage movement. 

   Meanwhile, Tonya removed Dale’s earphones and the head harness, popping the rubber ball out from behind his teeth.  As she pulled it away, strings of saliva hung between the device and his face momentarily, as he had been drooling profusely for the entire trip.  Tonya had noticed this and was immediately on the spot with a cloth towel to wipe Dale’s face and the area below him on the cot where the drool had collected.  When she finished, she then began to reach into Dale’s ears to retrieve the putty she had lodged into them earlier. The girls made no attempt to remove any of Dale’s arm or hand restraints, not even the thumb cuffs.  These would remain, at least for the foreseeable future.   

    Dale felt exhausted and his muscles ached, not only from the stringent restraints used on him for the journey in the APC, but his chest still ached from where he had been clothes-lined and removed from his APC.  Not only that, but he could still almost feel the thousands of volts of energy from the Sergeant’s shock stick.  Given that, at this point he was feeling much relieved with the removal of the leg and head restraints.  His jaw felt better, especially.  At times during the trip he had been unable to determine what felt worse: his jaw, his legs, or his arms which were still pulled together behind him tightly.  But two out of three of the situations were now rectified for him.

        He looked around and his eyes began adjusting to the light.  He saw Tonya first thing, and was now watching her put several items into a plastic mesh bag, the head harness and several leather straps among those items.  She was turned around facing away from him, and he had a dog’s eye view of her shapely ass, jiggling around inside her form-fitting uniform pants.  Once again, her visible thong straps caught his attention and stimulated his imagination.  Hanging low on her hips was her utility belt, with a variety of different pouches.  He could make out her sidearm, what looked to be extra ammo clips, hinged handcuffs, and a phone or possibly walkie-talkie.  Despite his discomforts, Dale could not ignore the urge to strip away all her tools and clothes and bend her over for some hard, fast, doggie action. 

    Melissa was still half standing, half resting one knee on the backs of Dale’s legs.  She could see what Dale was staring at from her position behind him, and thought to herself that it was good he was not queer, because being homosexual would make his captivity that much more difficult..

   

    When Tonya finished putting the sweaty and saliva-covered restraints in the cleaning bag, she turned around and told Dale that she and Melissa would help him sit up now.  They each helped him to roll over on his side, swing his legs over onto the floor, and sit up on the cot.  As soon as this was done, Melissa retrieved the leg irons that she had restrained him with upon his capture.  Kneeling down in front of him, she quickly ratcheted the cuffs around each of his ankles.  As she did this, Tonya kept one hand on his shoulder and the other on top of his left knee, effectively holding him still and providing discouragement for any attempt to use his temporarily-freed legs.  When the leg restraints were locked on, Melissa then attached a connector chain between them and up to a D-ring at the very bottom of Dale’s arm binder.  She adjusted the connector chain to the proper length as Tonya stood Dale up.  She then locked the chain into place with tiny padlocks, allowing just enough chain for Dale to stand, but not enough for him to stretch very far. 

 

    Dale stood in the rear hatch of the APC, and could see outside of it enough to know that they were in some large garage-type area, but all he could make out was a gray floor and block wall, illuminated in bright flourescent lighting.  His look around was quickly abbreviated as Tonya stood in front of him with a black leather contraption.  As she raised the hood up to put it on Dale’s head, he turned his neck and attempted to retract from her advance.  This action was met immediately with an unequal, adverse reaction from Melissa, who now stood behind Dale, as she grabbed him with her left arm around his neck and simultaneously reached around his waist, grabbing and squeezing his scrotum in her right hand.  This caused Dale to lose his balance, and he found himself bent slightly backwards, depending on Melissa for all support.  Melissa whispered into Dale’s ear “It would be better if you didn’t struggle anymore”.  It was all Dale needed to hear, given the uncomfortable amount of pressure Melissa was applying to his testicles.  A slightly more emphatic squeeze on her part could result in serious pain, he surmised, and he’d had enough pain for the morning.  He nodded his head north and south to signal to Melissa that he was on board as Tonya, with a look of determination, pulled the hood around Dale’s head.  Once it was in place to some degree, she reached around behind his head to pull the zipper downward to tighten it. 

     Melissa still held Dale in his compromising and unbalanced position, bracing herself against the inner wall of the APC.  She knew that Dale understood that resistance would be met with quick and certain physical discomfort, and even though he had acknowledged this, she continued to hold his genitalia in her right hand firmly.  This was a common submission hold practiced by all military and corporate security forces, but she had never had the opportunity to actually apply the technique on a real live male.  Now she was going to make the most of this moment, as it was one she had long awaited inwardly.  From the time she had attended basic defense and restraint training, the very thought of this particular situation would make her little cotton triangle wet. 

     By feel alone, Tonya fastened four small straps over the zipper, more snugly fitting the hood to Dale’s head.  As she was busy doing this, Dale wondered just how long his most prized equipment would be at risk to the woman behind him.  Now that the initial, more forceful squeezing was over, Melissa had loosened her grip somewhat, and now only firmly held his package.  Despite Dale’s unwillingness to be in this particular situation, he suddenly found himself being aroused by the girl’s grip on him.  Tonya was not helping matters, pressing up against his crotch as she finished buckling the final strap.  As she finished with the straps, she then began to button the bottom flaps of Dale’s hood to snaps on his thick collar.  The collar was multi-functional, and while designed to hold the arm binder and had snaps to attach to a hood or head harness, it also had large sturdy D-rings on the front and back.  As she was buttoning, she felt something pressing into her lower abdomen.  Pulling back from Dale a bit and looking down, she could see what had come between them, and she began to smile uncontrollably.  She continued to fidget with the buttons on the hood, but not quite as dutifully as before.

    Meanwhile, Melissa could feel Dale’s cock becoming larger and firmer as she held his testicles in her hand.  She started to adjust her grip to accommodate the extra flesh suddenly present in her grip.  Now she held more meat than it was possible to hold in one of her hands.  The thought of what it must look like from Tonya’s point of view almost made her dizzy with lust.

    Tonya was similarly affected by the turn of events in the region of Dale’s groin.  As she smoothed out the seams on Dale’s hood, lining up his mouth and eye cutouts, she continued to find reason to look downwards. 

    “They do that sometimes…”

    Both girls jumped a bit at the break in the silence, looking to the front of the vehicle where Corporal Bridgette Adams was busily making her way to the rear where they were.  The girls snapped back into reality, their little fantasies suddenly interrupted.  Melissa’s grip on Dale’s erect unit remained, but he could immediately notice an increase in pressure at Bridgette’s appearance. 

    Bridgette slapped Dale’s left ass cheek as she got closer, and focused on the erect penis attached to the prisoner, grabbing it and inspecting it like she would any rare and valuable item. 

    “Be sure and leash him up when you’re finished with the other restraints” she said to Tonya, as she dropped Dale’s sausage and moved out the back of the APC.  As her boots hit the floor, she turned around once more and grinned to Tonya and Melissa, “I don’t mean by his collar, either”.  Then she disappeared around the back corner of the vehicle. 

    Tonya and Melissa instantly met each other with wide smiles.  Cock restraints were only used on the most violent and hard-to-control prisoners, as a deterrent to bad behavior, but also as a method to demoralize a detainee and, via humiliation and helplessness, break his will to resist.  Typically, a prisoner that offered no resistance was not restrained to this level, at least not in any ‘official’ capacity. 

    Dale was not stupid, and figured out immediately what the corporal meant about “leashing him up”.  His cock was already at full attention, and the idea of what they were going to do made him even more sexually excited, even though his logical self waged a losing battle, knowing that further restraint equaled an ever-dwindling chance of ever seeing his home or his family again. 

     Melissa’s left arm, which had held Dale’s neck in a death grip earlier, had moved down to his upper chest making way for Tonya to fasten the snaps from his hood to his collar.  She continued to hold Dale off-balance as Tonya finished her application of fresh head restraints.  Tonya, continuing to sport a slight grin, looked into Dale’s blue eyes as she placed a soft leather blinder over the cutout for his eyes.  It snapped into place with six snaps, very similar to the blinder on the harness gag she had applied earlier.  Dale did not resist, and as before, Tonya’s face was the last he saw as he lost his freedom of vision.  Before the restraint was applied, he noticed Tonya’s pupils were quite dilated, pushing aside her brown irises and making them appear pencil-thin. 

    Dale then felt something at his lips, pressing against them…he dreaded another large rubber ball in his mouth, but knew that resistance would be met with pain, so he opened up.  Tonya inserted a piece of soft rubber into Dale’s mouth, then proceeded to apply and very firmly tighten two retention straps that circumnavigated Dale’s head, one buckling at the base of his skull, and the other that went over the tops of his ears and buckled at the back of his head.  This device did not seem to be nearly as mouth-stretching as the first one, at least until he heard a  whishing sound as Tonya began to inflate the infernal device!  Within about a dozen presses of the bulb at the other end of the pump gag, Dale’s mouth was completely full, and his breathing again became something he would need to concentrate on.  Dale began to struggle as Tonya approached the final two pumps, more out of panic than out of any attempt to escape.  He attempted to shove the device out of his mouth, but Tonya had secured the device quite effectively.  Melissa still held his bound body firmly, and re-applied the squeeze to his testicles.  Tonya let go of the air bladder and let it hang a few inches below Dale’s chin, then put her hands on Dale’s chest, trying to soothe him a bit.  Both girls then began to try to calm Dale down, both speaking firmly but calmly to him, and Tonya shhhhh’d him until his body finally stopped writhing, telling him that she would not pump the gag any more.  Dale calmed somewhat now that the pumping had ceased.  He had certainly wondered when it was going to end, if his jaw would break, and if he would be able to breathe.

    Now the girls’ attention moved to Dale’s rock-hard member, which stood straight out from the top of Melissa’s right hand.  Opening a compartment, one of many in the APC that held varied restraint devices, Tonya retrieved a chain leash about 1.5 meters in length, with a heavy leather handle and a spring hook on the same end to shorten the leash if needed.  On the other end of the leash was a steel cuff, hinged in the middle similar to a handcuff but smaller.  It ratcheted shut to varying degrees, according to the size required.  Unlike a handcuff, the teeth were on the inside of the device.  This prevented soft skin such as that found in the area of the male scrotum from being caught inside the teeth and streamlined the outer surface to make the device somewhat less painful to wear.  Melissa removed her hand from Dale’s scrotum, only to grab the shaft of his penis, which she held up for Tonya so she could apply the restraint without having a distracting obstacle to navigate.  Tonya clicked the adjustable scrotum ring into place, tightening it securely so it would not come off. The device used a standard handcuff key.  With the pin at the end of the key, Tonya pushed into the little hole on the side of the lock mechanism to double-lock the device. 

    Dale’s ‘maximum pedestrian restraint’ package had been successfully applied by the girls, and soon they were helping him down onto the floor of the entrance garage.  He would not see where he was going, but he would be able to hear instructions as they were given to him.  Melissa, no longer holding him by his genitalia, instructed Dale to respond to any instructions by shaking his head up and down or side to side. 

    Tonya followed up Melissa’s instructions. “It is important that you follow instructions now, sir.  Some of the people in this facility are not as lenient as we are, and not following instructions can have unfortunate consequences.  Do you understand?”

    Dale nodded his head up and down in the general direction of her voice, as the girls took positions on either side of him.  Tonya held the leash in her left hand and put her right hand on Dale’s left shoulder blade as Melissa put her hand on Dale’s other shoulder.

    Tonya added “We have a walk ahead of us, through processing and to your cell, and we understand your feet are chained, so we will go a little slowly for you.  Don’t let me catch you dragging, though, or I will be expected to pull on this”.  Tonya pulled the slack out of the lead chain, causing pressure to be applied to Dale’s balls.  Dale nodded his head up and down vigorously and emitted a grunt from behind the air-filled rubber bladder that filled his mouth. 

   The threesome headed from the back of the APC towards the main security door, which was up a large concrete ramp about 100 feet long.  As Dale shuffled along up the ramp between his beautiful captors, Bridgette looked down from in front of the door.  Having ordered the application of the ball leash, she had managed to refocus the attention of the two privates in her squad, which at that point had begun to deteriotate.

   Not to mention, ordering the use of the potentially-cruel device had satisfied a secret dominant urge inside her to control a man, to have him by the balls, so to speak.

   Dale, moving at about half walking-speed as a result of his leg restraints, finally reached the top of the ramp, accompanied on each side by Tonya and Melissa.  The guard on the other side of the door, having already admitted the Sergeant a few minutes earlier, pushed the button to release the deadbolts on the large steel door.  It clicked open and the buzzing sound continued as the prisoner and the three young women made their way inside.

    The large door closed behind them with a loud thud.  The buzzing ceased, and Dale found himself one level deeper into an inescapable situation.

End of Chapter 2